"I'm gonna head up to bed" I say quietly a few hours later. I don't wait for him to answer, just slide slowly off his lap and head for the elevator. He's beside me before I know it. "Think my wife is going to bed without me?" he asks. "This is our big reunion toots, ain't happening." I nod as the doors open. I step into the elevator and turn to face him, holding my hand out. He smiles and takes it, stepping into the small space with me. The doors close as the hotel lobby lights up with the flashes from fans cameras. We both groan. "They're gonna slaughter me in the radio interview in the morning" he moans, resting his head against mine. "Interview?" I ask. He nods. "Early" he groans. "Some publicity for the show tomorrow night. It's not sold out yet so... Hey, why don't you come? See what I do?" I shake my head. "No can do" I say. "I have to work. While all this has been fun, some of us have real lives to get back to." He watches me as the doors open and I walk out, waiting for him by the door. "You've got the key Jon" I say simply. He nods and walks out, opening the room door then heading back across the landing. "Make yourself at home" he says. "I'll see you later." I watch as he dismisses the elevator and heads for the stairs before shutting the door. Tiredness overcomes me as I look at the bed. I quickly strip, leaving my underwear and his shirt on before climbing into bed. He obviously stayed here last night, the pillow smells of him. I smile as I cuddle into it, falling asleep in no time.
Gentle snoring wakes me up. I open my eyes and glance at the other side of the bed. Jon is lying on top of the covers, still wearing his jeans. I shake my head and reach out to touch him softly. "Jon" I call. He's freezing. Shirtless. I watch his chest rise and fall before shaking him softly. "Jon" I say again, louder this time. He wakes with a jump. "Huh?" he asks sleepily. "Oh, doll, hey, did I wake you?" I shake my head. "Just thought you might be cold" I say. He groans and stretches before replying. "A little" he admits. I move over and pull the covers back. "Come on" I say, looking at him. "Kinda stupid sleeping in the cold." He looks at me awkwardly. "Toots" he whispers. "I'm in my jeans cos I went commando." I laugh. "Mr Good" I say. "I think we can both be trusted. I'm sure we're adults. Besides. We're married." He laughs and quickly kicks his jeans off before joining me under the covers. "Damn doll" he groans cuddling down straight away. "I need to employ you as my official bed warmer!" I laugh and settle back down, getting comfortable again straight away. "Night Jon" I whisper. He grunts in response, his snores filling the silence in no time.
The next time I wake I'm hot. Real hot. It takes me a few seconds to realise he's draped around me, still snoring. I smile. He obviously needed his sleep. I shift slightly and he holds me tightly. "Morning" he drawls sleepily. "Sleep" I say, as his phone blasts from across the room. "Damn alarm" he groans, throwing the covers back and walking across the room. Naked. Totally naked. Delightfully naked. He smirks as he sees me looking at him. "Sorry wife" he says. "I gotta go. Interview time." I nod, getting out of bed and heading into the bathroom. I hear him curse as I close the door and lean against it. What is it with him? Why does he affect me this way? I hear him banging about and then silence, punctuated by the room door slamming. I quickly clean my teeth and head back into the room. His bag is there, obviously, but he's gone, another note propped on the pillow. "Mrs Good" I read. "You look delightful in my shirt. Keep it. Consider it a wedding gift as I didn't get you anything. Don't forget to listen to my interview. Catch you later. Jon." I shake my head, quickly taking his shirt off and putting my own clothes back on. I fold his shirt and leave it on the pillow, deciding to play him at his own game. "Husband" I write on the hotel stationary. "I don't need your shirt, I have my memories. It's been fun. Take care. Love Lora xx" I realise the irony straight away. I tell him my name when he's not here, and I'm not going to be here when he gets back. I quickly grab my bag and head down to the lobby to get a cab to the station. Time to go home.
The fans milling in the lobby don't pay me any attention. I wait outside for my cab, jumping in it straight away as soon as it pulls up. The driver has the radio blaring, some inane pop music. Then, of course, it happens. There is just no getting away from him. "You join me with Dean Ambrose from the WWE" the DJ says. "They're in town tonight for a show, wanna tell us some more about it Dean?" "Sure" he says, his voice husky. "Tonight, come along and watch me take on, or should that be take out, Seth Rollins in a street fight. We got tables, we got chairs, I got fists, and teeth, and Seth, well, he won't have any teeth left by the time I've finished with him, so you may wanna come say your goodbyes." "Sounds like an offer we can't refuse" the DJ laughs nervously. "So, twitter blew up last night when it emerged you're actually happily married. Wanna talk us through that? Give us some exclusive on it?" He laughs. "Uh sure" he says. "True story, my wife actually did not know who I was when we met. She, uh, kinda still doesn't really watch my matches. I mean, she pretends to, she watches at home with me, but we kinda get sidetracked if you get me? I mean, I don't need to watch, I was there, right? And she doesn't like seeing me get hurt. She should be listening right about now, so, uh, hey honey, I'll be back soon, keep that bed warm." I laugh out loud and the driver looks at me strangely. "Sorry" I whisper. He smiles. "Not such a mean guy after all is he?" he asks, nodding at the radio. "You a fan?" I ask. He nods. "Huge fan" he says simply. "The guy is a genius. And keeping a wife secret. Wow. Fangirls ain't gonna be impressed at that one." I smile. "Guess not" I say, settling back into my seat.